Inarticulate
by Eden Summers
Publication Date:
September 12th 2016
Genre: Contemporary
Romance
From
The Book Junkie Reads . . . Inarticulate . . .
Let
me see if I can articulate accurately what I was feeling as I was reading this
one. The whole intrigue was behind a guy that for the most part can captivate
you body, mind and soul without a single word.
I was wanting to have more from the first moment that I read the blurb
about this one. I waited and waited and was a good girl and rewarded with a
read that kept me moving forward and knowing that by the end I would be seduced
by a man of silence.
A
beautifully crafted, emotional charged, magnetically infused with intrigue
story of love and how it came to be. Savannah was on a mission and it was not
to find a man. But run in to an a$$hole she did upon arrival back in Seattle. A
beautiful at that.
Kennan
was more than Savannah was expecting but understanding him was an objective.
She could see through his façade. She could see him for who he was and not the
image he projected. Kennan was a strong presence. His story was leading you some
where you were not quite sure where but was willing to follow to find out. Things
were not always as they seemed and never quite as plain as you expected.
As
some things were revealed others lead you elsewhere. Secondary characters made
you think there was more going on. Each new person provides a clue in a
different way. The secrets were a combination of expectation and where did that
come from. The general relationship between Kennan and Savannah was different,
new.
I
was emotional drawn in and enjoyed a slight difference with my romance this
time around. Kennan and Savannah have me. I would love to have had more of Dominic.
Penny that was a completely different story there.
**This ARC was provided via SNSBAH
Promotions & Reviews in exchange for an honest review.**
The next
novel from bestselling author, Eden Summers, is set to catch your breath.
Inarticulate is a contemporary, standalone romance novel and a read you won’t
want to miss.
BLURB
He’s silent––but his touch speaks
louder than words.
At first sight, Savannah is drawn
to the harsh appeal of a man who refuses to talk to her. Keenan’s hard stare is
arrogant and unapologetic. The quirk of his sensuous lips is cocky and in
control.
But there’s more. There’s
something deeper he’s trying to hide behind those steely grey eyes––a slight
hint of vulnerability which captures her intrigue.
She’d been warned, told that his
silence hides a myriad of lies capable of affecting her career and
relationships with loved ones. Only she can't help herself. Testing Keenan's
defenses is an addiction she can't deny.
Falling in lust is easy. Learning
his secrets comes with a price. The cost? Her broken heart.
Excerpt
This is
an excerpt from Inarticulate (a standalone contemporary romance) when the two
protagonists first meet.
She swung
around to the house to hide her smile and bounced up the three stairs toward
the front door. Movement nudged her periphery and she slowed, taking in the
sight of a man standing in the shadows at the far end of the porch. His hip was
cocked against the bannister, his eyes hooded.
Her
concentration latched on to him, unmoving as the world around her dulled to a
faint hum in her mind. She wasn’t sure what intrigued her. It could be his
narrowed stare, the way he didn’t greet her with warmth or kindness. Only
sterile appraisal. Or maybe it was the package his arrogance came in—the tense
expression, stubbled jaw, and lush lips pressed in a tight line.
Her
tongue tingled. Mouth salivated. She would’ve liked to think it was due to the
heavenly aroma of her aunt’s cooking drifting in the air. Would’ve liked to…but
that was a load of bull.
“Hi.” She
gave him a friendly finger wave as Dominic came up behind her.
The man
continued to stare, his face still unwelcoming in the shadows.
“Keenan,
don’t be a prick.” Dominic tugged on her arm, stealing her attention. “Come on.
I’ll introduce you later.”
She kept
her focus on the stranger, their gazes entwined, hers soft and inquisitive, his
harsh and fierce, as her cousin dragged her inside, the door slamming shut
behind them. “Who was—”
“Oh, my
sweet Savannah!” Aunt Michelle hustled up the hall, wiping her hands on an old
apron tied around her waist. “It’s so good to see you.”
The
familiar face held more wrinkles than Savannah remembered, her aunt’s long
blonde hair now gray and thinning. But the beautiful blue eyes were still the
same—loving and gentle.
“It’s
good to see you, too.” She ignored the strangers poking their heads into the
hall from different doorways and fell into a comforting embrace. “Thank you for
the dinner invitation.”
“Oh,
please,” her aunt chastised. “You don’t need an invitation. Come around any
time.”
There was
a whirlwind of introductions. Her aunt took position on her right, gushing with
affection and compliments, while Dominic remained on her left, muttering snide
comments that threatened to make her laugh.
A timer
dinged from the kitchen, a welcome reprieve as her aunt excused herself and
left Savannah to take a breath. There had to be twenty people crammed into the
small house. All of them smiling and friendly, unlike the man outside who still
lingered in her thoughts.
“You want
a drink?” Dominic nudged her elbow.
Hell yes. “Please.” She followed him
to the back of the house, into the laundry, and toward a fridge stocked full of
beer, wine, and pre-mixed drinks.
“Help
yourself.”
He held
the door open while she grabbed a small bottle of something red and no doubt
comatosingly sweet. “Thanks.”
“I’m
gonna hit the bathroom.” He closed the fridge door and looked at her in
concern. “Can you survive for a few minutes without me?”
“I guess
I’ll have to. I’m not going to follow you to the toilet.”
“Obviously,”
he drawled. “You gave up that opportunity when we were eight.”
“Twelve.”
“Ten.” He
chuckled and walked from the room, leaving her alone with the hovering threat
of chatter from the other end of the house.
It was
time to go incognito. She didn’t have the energy to smile at strangers. Alcohol
would help, but for now, she needed cool fresh air…and maybe another glimpse at
the menacing eyes of the man she’d met on the porch.
She
shoved the bottle into her coat pocket and sauntered down the hall, measuring
her steps to lessen the clap of her heels. She reached the front door without
notice and pulled it open, slipping into the darkness of twilight without a
word.
The man
was still at the end of the porch, a beer bottle now visible in his hand as he
leaned over, resting his elbows on the bannister. He didn’t acknowledge her
presence. She supposed a man with arrogance ebbing off him in waves didn’t have
to. His dismissal gave her the opportunity to appreciate his ass stretched in
well-worn jeans and the perfection of how his black jacket rested at his hips
to give her an unhindered view.
“Hi,” she
offered for a second time.
He didn’t
move, didn’t even spare her a glance as she approached the bannister. He
continued staring straight ahead as he lifted the beer bottle to his lips and
took a long pull.
“It’s a
lovely night for a family dinner.” Was he a distant relative? God, she hoped
not, otherwise Dominic’s inbred tendencies were rubbing off on her.
He
replied with a jut of his chin. A
jut of his God. Damn. Chin.
What an
asshole. And wasn’t she just the stupidest set of ovaries to walk the earth,
because it only made her itch to push his blatant need for solitude, to poke at
him with questions until he acknowledged her with the respect she deserved. The
respect any human deserved.
“So… you
like beer…” she drawled, glib as hell.
The
corner of his mouth twitched as he continued to focus on the street. But still,
no answer.
She could
smell him, could practically taste his delicious aftershave on her tongue with
each inhalation. He was a taunt to all her senses…well, except her ears because
the pretentious ass wouldn’t say a word.
He took
another swig from his bottle and straightened to face her. She could see his
eyes now, the steely silver, almost blue, that made her shiver with their
ferocity. He was tall, too. At least an inch above her even with her heels.
She
pulled the pre-mix bottle from her jacket pocket and twisted the lid to keep
her hands busy. She could see two outcomes eventuating. Either he would smile,
knocking her off her feet with the brilliance of his appeal. Or he was going to
pull a gun from the inside of his jacket and blow her brains out.
Player or
gangster. He could totally pull off both.
“I’m
usually a wine drinker myself.” She raised the bottle of bubbly red liquid in
her hand, slowly tilting it to her mouth. She took a sip, licked the alcohol
from her lips in a deliberately seductive provocation, then lowered the bottle
again.
Still, he
gave her nothing. Noth-ing. He was the most accomplished jerk she’d ever come
across, and yet she still couldn’t ditch the intrigue and walk away. Without a
word, he had her tied around his little finger, begging for attention.
“I like
your jeans.” She ogled his crotch, wanting to return the discomfort of how
humiliating this one-sided conversation was becoming. “They’re snug.”
His lips
quirked, giving her a glimpse of straight white teeth. Asshole. Asshole. Ass-hole! He was gorgeous, the faintest hint of
humor turning his dangerous eyes playful. She lifted the bottle to her mouth
again, this time ignoring any pretense of seduction as she gulped at the liquid.
“Are you
always this charm—”
The front
door creaked open and she turned to find Dominic eying them both skeptically.
“What’s going on?”
She
smiled, the biggest, fakest smile she had in her arsenal. “I’m having an
in-depth conversation with this lovely gentleman.”
“Really?”
Dominic frowned, his brows pulling deeper with every passing second.
“Yep.”
There was gushing amounts of sarcasm in her tone. “First we conversed about our
drinking habits, then fashion. I was about to bring up the topic of politics
and world peace when you rudely interrupted.”
She
glanced at the man in the corner, an arrogant smirk now curving those sensuous
lips. He wasn’t the only one capable of being a jerk.
“Well,
that’s strange…” Dominic came closer. “Because Keenan doesn’t talk.”
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Question from Eden Summers:
Author InfoEden Summers is a true blue Aussie, living in regional New South Wales with her two energetic young boys and a quick witted husband.
In late 2010, Eden’s romance obsession could no longer be sated by reading alone, so she decided to give voice to the sexy men and sassy women in her mind.
Eden can’t resist alpha dominance, dark features and sarcasm in her fictional heroes and loves a strong heroine who knows when to bite her tongue but also serves retribution with a feminine smile on her face.
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INTERVIEW WITH EDEN SUMMERS
How would you describe you style of writing
to someone that has never read your work?
Seductive,
sarcastic and straight to the point. I have a very short attention span and get
bored easily, so my books need to be heavily engaging for me to remain
enthusiastic. So I like to think that makes for a highly entertaining read.
There’s always humor, attraction or angst on every page.
What mindset or routine do you feel the
need to set when preparing to write (in general whether you are working on a
project or just free writing)?
I
need to be relatively calm. I stress a lot and become distracted easily. So I
make sure to respond to urgent emails first thing in the morning and turn off
social media while it’s writing time.
Do you take your character prep to heart?
Do you nurture the growth of each character all the way through to the page? Do
you people watch to help with development? Or do you build upon your character
during story creation?
My
stories come to me as constructed movies that play in my head. The characters
are already developed. Their personalities are already formed. I just write
what I see and hear. Sometimes I learn more about them along the way. E.g. Half
way through the book I’ll find out the heroine is scared of **** or can’t do
**** and I’ll be like... ‘Hey, why the heck didn’t you tell me that in chapter
one. Now I have to go back and thread that in.’ But other than that, the
stories are usually pre-determined before I start writing.
Have you found yourself bonding with any
particular character? If so which one(s)?
I
bond with all my characters. I have to. Otherwise I wouldn’t want to spend 4-8
months dedicating the majority of my life to them. They’re like my best friends.
I don’t always appreciate what they do, but I bond with them (mentally) from
start to finish.
Do you have a character that you have been
working on that you can't wait to put to paper?
I
have notepads full of story ideas waiting to be written. There’s never a
shortage of what to write... but I think my next story may be something darker
than I’m used to. I’ve been craving change lately (thus the basis of writing
Inarticulate) and the more I test new sub-genres of romance, the more I enjoy
writing.
Have you ever felt that there was something
inside of you that you couldn't control? If so what? If no what spurs you to
reach for the unexperienced?
At
one time, my creativity was completely out of control. I struggled to remain
focused on one book because I’d be hammered with ten or more story ideas in one
day. I’ve since learned to dull down the triggers. Music, movies, alcohol -
they’re all like adrenaline to my creativity but instead of seeing the spark of
a new story and letting it gain momentum, I write down a few notes and then get
back to the story at hand.
I got this one from a friend. If you could
have dinner with 7 fictional character, who would they be?
It
would have to be the men of Reckless Beat—Mason, Sean, Mitch, Blake and Ryan—and
their manager, Leah Gorman. The Reckless guys are crazy and probably act a lot
younger than their age. It makes for an insane amount of sarcasm and sexy fun.
Thank you, Eden Summers
I enjoyed having throughout the summer with
various tidbits on the new release of Inarticulate. I enjoyed reading the book
and have a different kind of hero to read about.
Thanks again,
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